Writing It Randomly

It's been 20 years.  I forget just how ridiculous those boy bands were. (And how much we were into them.) Poor Kurt Cobain would have risen from the dead only to die from embarrassment knowing his face graced my bedroom wall at the same time as a Backstreet Boys poster. The horror! A lot has changed for me since the 1990's. Pinks and feminine florals no longer repulse me, my taste in music is now much more inclusive, and I've even quit smoking. The bad taste in my past is something I'm quite comfortable admitting to now, but SMH. Why, oh why, was I ever into this  other  'N Sync guy?

We're fortunate enough to still have the Cheriffic First Lady of Pop (despite the fact that she's no longer touring), but for a Bowie fix, we rely on recordings. Like this one from 1975:

We meet people for a reason. Don't be so self-centered that you think it's all about you.

I've been wistfully yearning for my past since Friday morning. Who knows why?! Such schmaltzy feelings tend to smack me in the head now and then. Then I came across Mark Ryden's diorama video and its disturbing atmosphere wrung it right out of me. Pay attention to the detail, people:

We don't have an abundance of photo albums in my home. Back in the day, families like mine often only had one camera - and developing photos wasn't a cheap undertaking, so my father had a camera that we shared amongst the six (later seven) of us, but all photos weren't always developed, so there are many years and moments we have no visual record of. My mother obviously kept an album on each one of her kids, but I think mine stops at around my twelfth year. I therefore have nothing to look back on (or very, very few) taken throughout my high school years. Things changed on my 21st birthday when I received my own camera - a digital one! And these days taking a photo is easier than ever, because thanks to smartphones you no longer need a separate camera in order to take photos, save them, and share them. Unfortunately, although I love looking at photographs, I'm not that great with actually snapping them. I often get so lost in the moment or physical experience that I ...